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ORIGINAL POEMS. RJnMF:^ AND ACROSTICS 

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A ibootand fmct'ry whlsUca tlBC 
8w««t anthemji. In the wtrlr room. 
How Klad the tldioiCB that they bring: 
Labor hear— Thy day la born! 
A thousand belli and haroroera ring. 
Now wa haar tha glad refrain: 
Day's work ended: home again I 



INDEX. 

Page 

A Glorious Fourth 24 

Ambition 19 

Ashland 5 

A Two-Fold Life 68 

Autumn Leaves 22 

A West Virginia Wedding 72 

Cupid and Hymen 17 

Days of Yore 40 

Dewey at Manilla 30 

Dreamland 60 

Eden 35 

Freaks 76 

Give It Now 8 

Mating Time 73 

Modern Methods 47 

Mental Telepathy 9 

My Dear Old Southern Home 26 

My Typo 38 

No One W^orks But Father 69 

Our Departed Mother 33 

Postalitis 45 

Santa Glaus 64 

Shinar 36 

Thanksgiving 61 

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Page 

Thanks For Loan Of Book 56 

The Big Stick 15 

The Hawk's Nest 52 

The Honey Bee 12 

The Humming Birds. 13 

The Hyacinth 32 

The Mote And Beam 57 

The Modern Woodmen .... 42 

The Mystic Three 44 

The Railroad Of Life 28 

The Rosebud That I Never Got 11 



READ THIS. 

The poems in this little book were selected more on 
account of their brevity than for their excellence. 

The large volumes, "Wanetka and Other Poems," and 
"Original Poems, Rhymes and Acrostics," have won flatter- 
ing commendations from the press and the reading public 
in general wherever they have been introduced. Teachers, 
parents and pupils alike are captivated with them. 

The large volumes are handled by the Teachers' Supply 
Co., of Grayson, Ky., and will be furnished at the following 
prices, to-wit: 

"Wanetka and Other Poems," $1.50. 

" Original Poems, Rhymes and Acrostics," $1.00. 

THE AUTHOR. 
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GIVE IT NOW. 

Wait not, reader, 'til the angels 
Waft the toiler's spirit home; 

If you give a wreath to crown him. 
Give it ere he reach the tomb. 

After death, all want is ended. 

And he'll heed not what is said; 

While he lives and labors for thee. 
Give him raiment, give him bread. 



MWNTAI. TWJCPATHY 

IVOVl '"^jt*-,nt t \j*r*r*m, nkjftn** Olid ilCTOfltOi.* 



Ob. wbUpertQK br«>ex«. 

A« you waft o>r Ibe 
Llk« A m««Mirnicer Mnt from above; 

l^auM* In your P • 

ADd for Di« toi. 
B«ar A iniMif to ooo tbat I lore. 



With your load of perfume. 

You may enter ber room. 
And 1 know iibe will welcome your call; 

If tbe sleeps, drive away 

All tbe cares of tbe day. 
\jei no visions alTrlicbt ber. at all 



Bat. when sbe's at 

O. wblHt>erlnf( breese. 
Tbon fan. wUb soft lepbyrs. ber broi 

In a dresm. let ber see 

Tbls message from me. 
With love. All ber besrt, for me bow. 

Then wblsperlng breese. 

Waft back o'er tbe seas. 
And biinx me a lovlnx reply. 

From tbe maid tbat I love. 

80 far. far above 
Any otber neatb tbe blue sky. 
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Thus heart talks to heart, 
Though sunder'd apart, 

In countries divided by seas, 
Forbidden to write, 
They dream ev'ry night. 

And talk to the whispering breeze. 



Wm. Yancey Erwin, whom many of our readers will 
remember as the poet who visited this city a few years ago, 
is again in our midst with a fresh volume of beautiful verse, 
entitled, "Wanetka and Other Poems." The book is embel- 
lished with eleven full page engravings made expressly for 
it and is printed on half tone paper. 

The author has in this work fully maintained his reputa- 
tion for variety of subject and terseness of expression. The 
book cannot fail to commend itself to teachers and parents 
on account of its picturesque language and high moral tone. 
The Rev. Chas. Lee Reynolds, D. D., L. L. D., in an extensive 
review of the work says of Mr. Erwin: "He has combined 
the genius of a dramatic epic and lyric poet in one man and 
one book." — The Register, Richmond, Ky. 



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THE ROSEBUD THAT I NEVER GOT. 



From " Original Poems, Rhymes and Acrostics. 



She had fern leaves, pinks and roses, 

In an unique flower pot; 
And I begged her for a wee bud, 

But that bud I never got. 

For the maid who own'd that boquet. 
Was as firm as any knot, 

And though long with her I pleaded, 
Yet that bud I never got. 

Now my heart is erush'd and bleeding. 
And I wish that I had not 

Ask'd for such a valued keepsake, 
As that bud I never got. 

If I knew my words offended. 

And she hoped I'd die and rot, 

I could not avoid my longing 
For that bud I never got. 

May the life be full of pleasure 
Of her who form'd the plot. 

To create in me desirings 
For the bud I never got. 
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May her eyes look on in pity, 
And in lieu to me allot, 

Her kind heart's true affection, 
For that bud I never got. 

Then my fondest hope accomplish'd, 
I would from my mem'ry blot. 

All the sadness that I suffer'd. 
O'er that bud I never got. 

For then, though trees bore roses, 
In all seasons, cold and hot, 

I'd pass them by unmention'd 
For the sweeter bloom I got. 

My 'raptured soul would linger, 
Around the sacred spot, 

Where rosebuds were denied me, 
But her smiles, in lieu, I got. 

Then all life's former blessings. 
Would be but as a dot, 

Compared to suns and planets, 
When love with her I got. 



" Mr, Erwin is author of a volume of poems entitled: 
'Original Poems, Rhymes and Acrostics.' His ambition has 
always been to appeal to the heart with the simplest words." 
— Journal and Tribune, Knoxville, Tenn. 

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THE HUMMING BIRD. 



From ''Wanetka, and Other Poems.' 



Some dainty hand of maiden fair — 

As stories go — once on a time, 
Amid the sunlight and the air, 
Set out a honeysuckle vine; 
And when it grew it overspread 
The fence, and form'd a verdant shed, 
Of foliage green and blossoms red. 

Some humming birds were wont to come, 
At morn and eve to suck the flowers. 

And thus supply with sweets their home, 
Extracted from those lovely flowers. 

And, Oh! what pleasure 'tis to see 

Those little birds, so merrily 

Fly to their nest, in nearby tree. 

That nest, though swung 'neath one frail leaf, 

Exposed to ev'ry birdlet foe. 
Nor blasted hope nor other grief, 

We trust its inmates ere may know. 
May God e'er keep that little nest. 
Free from harm, and thus attest 
That homes of love, by Him, are blest. 
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Let us from these small humming birds, 
This lesson learn: True love is shown 

Plainer by our acts than words, 

And by kind deeds our love make known. 

Then midst life's verdant leafy bowers, 

We'll shine like honeysuckle flowers, 

And other lives be blest by ours. 



" Part second is composed of poems and couplets of an 
historic and patriotic nature; one, "The Dark and Bloody 
Ground," is a record of the author's keen observations while 
passing from west to east across our own loved State of 
Kentucky. 

The historic department begins with the following beauti- 
ful lines: 

* We add new pages day by day. 

Through battles lost and won, 
To that immortal history. 

By Adam first begun; 
And he who would win lasting fame, 

Must champion the right. 
And on those pages grave his name 

By deeds of love, not might.' 

We deem this an appropriate time to reproduce his poem 
'The Big Stick,' (meaning our army and navy), which has 
been so successfully wielded by our retiring president in 
defense of the genius of American institutions." — Lexington, 
Ky., Leader. 

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fllR niO STICK 

rr«« "Wmelka. end Olhrr Foems*^ 

Whrn I n - *«i* "^n youtm. 

A hero, nu; rgc Wa«hln«too. 

Wm flr»l lo te*fh the world the trick 
To rr««doiD win with a HlK Stick. 
The •licks on which he'd mo«t rely 
Were. -Tniil In Ood." and 'Powder Dry " 

Rut Jeffrreon wm wieer bUW, 
He miidr a p<»n of Rooeea qulU. 
And wrote a conetltullon bold. 
To US more aarred far than gold: 
He tniated not In etone or brick 
But ueed hie fxn as a HlK Stick. 

Andrew Jackaon waa the man 

Who flrat 'icmlnat corporations ran. 

vnxen South Carolina nulllfled 

He. In his nnKer. loudly cried: 

• ni make you of your actions sick. 

With Tvv «i-il H.iiMi.iiM bl«k'ry slick." 

Alas' In •'tKn"-'-J> f*^*) «""' 

A cloud of war olmrure*! the sun. 

The South a mti;hty army raised 

'Oaln**' I in<i>in «h«.iii thi* North all pralaed; 



So North and South refused to mix 
'Till both had tried their biggest sticks. 

But now the North and South are wed, 

And Roosevelt is our nation's head; 

Some egotists are always ready 

To criticise a man like Teddy, 

Who softly speaks, yet knows no trick, 

Commands respect like a Big Stick, 

Should other powers our rights assail. 
To use that Stick we will not fail. 
Nor will we spend an idle hour 
While giants crush a weaker power; 
But shield it from the giant's licks, 
By interposing our Big Sticks. 



" Part third is composed of religious and temperance 
poems, many of which are of a high order of merit and 
have only to be read to be appreciated. In 'Nature's God,' 
and 'Unsounded Depths,' Mr. Erwin has displayed great 
powers of imagery. The volume closes with a poem entitled, 
'The Old Spring House.' The work is illustrated with many 
full page engravings made expressly for it, and we predict 
for the book a large sale and permanent place in the affections 
of lovers of poetry." — Lexington, Ky., Leader, 



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CUPID AND llYkUBN 



'Wmmetka. and Other Fx>€m$ 



SiBce Juat how many years aso 
TIm nuity rvcorda fall to ahow. 
Tte ttoi7 that wr h«r« relate 
Moat oaada bacin without a data 



But Venus, then s lovely maid. 

Waa unto Cypress thus eoovey'd. 

A gsoUe tephyr Id thr «prlDK. 

Bors hsr upon Its downy wins. 
And doubtless, for the best of 
8bs wore a dress mads by lbs 



They brouitht her to the house of gods. 
Wbo greeisd her with nmllmi and nods. 
■acb of whom would rlik his life 
To win such beauty for a wife. 

But Jupiter abhorred a dude. 
And so. to show his crstltude 
To Labor for Its worthy pride. 
Oavs her to Vulcan for a bride. 

Critics vow'd hla act waa stupid. 

Tbas tbajr dwarfd bar baby<apld. 
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But Vulcan, Cupid's father, though, 
Made for the little lad, a bow 
And from Pandora's box of sorrows 
Selected tips to point his arrows. 

He taught the lad just how to shoot 
To pierce the heart of man and brute, 
And e'en the birds that come his way. 
Are, by him, made an easy prey. 
A flame of love in ev'ry heart 
Is kindled by his magic dart; 
Thus Hymen finds much work to do 
In making one heart out of two. 



" Wm. Yancey Erwin, the poet, and his estimable wife, of 
Lexington, were callers at the Independent oflBce today and 
informed us that they will remain in our city until after 
the Christmas holidays, as they are meeting with much de- 
served success in the sale of Mr. Erwin's two volumes of 
poetry, "Original Poems, Rhymes and Acrostics," and "Wanet- 
ka, and Other Poems." Mr. Erwin is recognized by many 
critics as an author of marked ability and the beauty and 
purity of his poems, combined, with the popular subjects 
treated, render them valuable additions to any library and 
appropriate gift books." — Ashland, Ky., Independent. 

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ANiniTION 



yr^m Wametko. dud Other PormM ' 

Ambition, left aloo* to plan 
Would monttnr make of any man. 
What men call fame, too oft. would b« 
Attained through deods of Infamy. 
Ambition carw not for the n. l.i 
1)111 irltiric* in thr rule of im ; 

No Uur«l crown •houM nuirk thr plac«. 
Ambition thowi her h.iUKl»i) '"' 
And yet It aeemeth paaalnjc ipfvi. 
Bnch plumed knight and rav;in« r 
Who venture* out to conquer fame. 
Take* orders from that cruel dame 

Ambition never aee* the wrong 
Of robbing weak to aid the atroas; 
Yet uniklll'd handa oft mold tho ball 
That o'er Ambition apreada a pall: 
Oraat Caaar. conqueror of Rome. 
Met death by traitor handa. at home. 

A throne of aworda with jeweled hilt. 
rof Alaxandtr ooca waa built. 
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'Twas emblem of a conquer'd world, 
Opposing power no flag unfurled; 
Ambition, still not satisfied, 
For other conquests, loudly cried. 

Ambition led Napoleon 
To Waterloo, where Britain won; 
And hence, an exile he must be. 
Deprived the boon of liberty. 
Ambition never finds the goal, 
Where satisfaction fills the soul. 

Pizarro fought for many years, 
And bath'd Peru in blood and tears; 
And, though Peru doth still exist. 
An honored name Pizarro miss'd. 
Ambition dug the pit of hell, 
Where such as those must ever dwell. 

A shepherd boy in war untaught. 
To death an evil giant brought. 
And still one advocate of right. 
Can put a host of wrong to flight. 
Through deeds of boundless charity, 
Christ won the crown of victory. 

And he who would true fame possess 
Must seek and aid those in distress; 
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Just follow Christ, from day to day, 
And put all evil thoughts away, 
The fame that comes to such, will be 
As lasting as eternity! 



" 'Wanetka, and Other Poems,' is the title of a volume 
of delightful poems now before us ^rcm the pen of the gifted 
poet, William Yancey Erwinj now a resident of Lexington. 

To those who have read his first volume, Mr. Erwin 
needs no introduction, as it is of sufScient merit to impress 
their minds and make them eagerly await his latest effort, 
which is written in the easy and eloquent style for which 
Mr. Erwin is noted. There is nothing trite or long-drawn-out 
about it, but every line is fresh, bristling with new and poig- 
nant thought expressed in Mr. Erwin's inimitable style. The 
book is divided into three sections. Part first begins with 
an exceedingly interesting Indian legend from which the work 
derives its title. This story is full of romance, love and 
tragedy, in which appears the following tribute to woman: 

'Not long must woman reason. 

She simply sees and acts, 
And, by mere intuition 

She grasps all needful facts. 
This power to her God giveth, 

This fine and subtle sense; 
For weaker constitution, 

'Tis nature's recompense.' 

— Lexington, Ky., Leader." 
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AUTUMN LEAVES. 



From " Original Poems, Rhymes and Acrostics. 



We have often seen in autumn, 

The woods, when leaves were red, 

And listened to the cawing crow. 
While on the mast he fed. 

We've tried in vain to praise in song, 

That season of the year. 
But, when we know soon follows death, 

Our grief brings forth a tear. 

First chill, then fever, brought the glow 

Of crimson to their face; 
Soon cold in death beneath the snow, 

They'll find a hiding place. 

Oh! who could contemplate that scene. 
And not this lesson learn. 

That death some day will hide away. 
Our ashes in an urn. 

Then what remains of us, will be 

The good or evil done. 
To those with whom we come in touch 

While here, our race, we run. 
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(^h' rn.i\ fh.-it pi. tur«' of .i.r !.>»• 
Itr'\«'iii n»» t|ro«ln i»f uli.inir. 

But may It, Uk« the Autumn la«T«. 
8hlo* brlKht with w«ll MiriMd teOM. 



** William Yaorex Rnrln. author of 'OiiflBAl 
RhTmaa and ArrosUca.' called at our saoctum and prewatod 
f editor a copy of his book, which Is a neat Tolome of 
plaaslng Terse on a icreat variety of subjects, amonx which 
tOMj be mentioned Lore. Religion. Natural Scenery. Wit, 
Rooiance. Heroism. Trajcedy. etc 

Mr Erwln Is a native of Tennesaee. bom In the historic 
valley of the Chirkamnuicn. and educated at Nashville, but 
ts now s citizen of l^xlogton. Ky. 

Mr Brwln wields the pen with the hand of a maatar 
artist, drawlnic upon the reader's mind beautiful thoujcht 
pictures that Increase in Interest until the happy climax la 
rtacbed. The book was published for the author and la 
tastily bound In silk finished dot' 

Mr Rrwln and wife are making u 1 

will spend sevaral days In our dty.**— J i i 



A GLORIOUS FOURTH. 



From "Wanetka, and Other Poems. 



Yes, boys, I've been to town again, 
First time for more'n a year; 

Oh, no, the place is not the same, 
For "drunks" nowhere appear; 

When I was there two years ago, 

I had a dozen fights, you know. 

Yes, things have chang'd, I must confess. 
And times are better now; 

So Betsy and the gals can dress, 
As fashion dictates how. 

My pocketbook is not so lank 

As when of yore, I swore and drank. 

Yes, Betsy and the little ones 

All went along — you see 
I fear no longer petty duns, 

Like those once pok'd at me; 
I now can claim good men's respect. 
And hold a sober head erect. 

Yes, boys, it was July the fourth, 

That glorious holiday, 
"When people South and people North 

Each otber meet half way. 
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But lemonade and pop, I think, 
Were all, this time, they had to drink. 

Yes, Bristol is a happy town 

Since whiskey, beer and gin 

No longer wear a legal crown 
On head in either twin; 

But both, alas! would need our pity. 

If rum were sold in either city. 

Yes, boys, 'tis true, I saw no fight. 

Although I took in all. 
Parades by day and shows at night. 

But as I now recall, 
There was in town I think, just one 
Drunken cuss from Abingdon. 

You know up there they sell the stuff 
That made me love to fight. 

But thank the Lord! I got enough. 
And now I treat men right; 

So, you see, I went to Bristol 

Without either club or pistol. 



" He holds the mirror up to nature with re- 
markable accuracy. His religious and pathetic poems, like 

those of David, thrill the tender chords of the heart ." 

— Pineville, Ky., Echo. 



MY DEAR OLD SOUTHERN HOME. 



From " Original Poems, Rhymes and Acrostics' 



How well do I remember 

My dear old Southern home, 

Where an ice bound cold December 
Was never known to come. 

Where the ivy and the myrtle 

Wore their dress of living green; 

And the robin and the turtle 

Sang a love note to their queen. 

Where the mocking-bird in grape-vine, 
Hopp'd about on nimble legs, 

And made music thro' the night time, 
Far his mate, who sat on eggs. 

Where the oriole and sand snipe 

Never cease their songs of cheer, 

But day and night sweet music pipe 
From end to end of year. 

I remember, I remember, 

The palm tree's cooling shade, 

Where from April to December, 

'Neath its broad leaves we have play'd. 
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And the pine trees, too, were many 
'Round our humble cottage home, 

Where my cousins, Sue and Bennie, 
Would to see me, often come. 

Now those happy days are vanish'd, 

Yet I live them o'er again; 
Though in exile I am banish'd, 
Still I hear the glad refrain. 

Of those happy days of childhood 
Ere the cares of life began. 

And I roam again the wildwood 
And forget I am a man. 

Yet there comes a sad awak'ning 

From those happy dreams of youth. 

And my heart is sad and breaking 
With the knowledge of the truth. 

That those days are gone forever, 
And I cannot call them back. 

Though 'tis vain to try to sever 

Thoughts that dwell upon their track. 



" Mr, Erwin is a talented and versatile writer; as a writer 
of acrostics he seems especially capable." — The Knoxville, 
Tenn,, Sentinel. 

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THE RAILROAD OF LIFE. 



From " Original Poems, Rhymes and Acrostics.'' 



If, to a railroad, we compare 

This fleeting life of ours. 
We'll find there's stations here and there, 

To reach at stated hours. 

If "childhood's switch" we safely pass. 

We'll find at "youth" a fill. 
Though overgrown with weeds and grass, 

Is ever slipping still. 

'Tis here, too oft, a train is wreck'd 
And precious souls are lost, 

The train that passes here unchecked 
Does so at frightful cost. 

But if we safely pass that fill. 

We'll find at "manhood's" station, 

Some maiden with submissive will 
To ride on "transportation." 

Then, soon more cars we must attach. 

For business is increasing 
At ev'ry station a new batch 

With wants that know no ceasing. 
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At last the heavy grade we climb. 
Slow throbs the "engine" heart, 

As we approach the "end of time," 

Where we with friends must part. 



" Not until we know why the rose is sweet, the dew-drop 
pure, or the rainbow beautiful, will we know why the poet is 
the best benefactor of society; but certain it is that he is the 
divinely ordained teacher, harmonizer and consoler. Readers 
of poetry are not numerous, but there are always a few souls 
who love to know the songs of the bard and have some knowl- 
edge of what Milton has called the 'precious life blood of a 
master spirit.' Lexington has produced poets and is still 
producing them. Among the latest to claim recognition is 
William Yancey Erwin. 

One little book, 'Original Poems,' has had no small sale 
and another has just come from the press, printed by Hughes, 
of this city, and to this most recent collection of verses Mr. 
Erwin has given the name, 'Wanetka, and Other Poems.' " 
— (Extract from an extensive review by the Rev. Charles Lee 
Reynolds, D. D., L. L. D., in Lexington, Ky., Herald.) 



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DEWEY AT MANILLA. 



From " Original Poems, Rhymes and Acrostics' 



On the bosom of thy waters, fair Manilla bay, 
Our hero was seen at the dawn of the day. 
His warships for action, were drawn up in line, 
His work of destruction began at a sign. 
And thus he accomplished the ruin of Spain, 
At the bottom her gun boats must ever remain. 

Not one of her vessels was left to escape. 

To the bottom he sank them, — they're out of the scrape. 

Let the harp and the lyre be tuned to proclaim 

The vengeance we got, for their sinking the Maine. 

Eleven for one is the price they must pay, 

When collection is made by cur hero — Dewey. 



" It is refreshing, rythmical and musical, treating upon 
subjects of everyday life, it seizes upon the heart of the 

reader, carrying it along with the feelings of the author, 

throughout it breathes and pulsates with a christian spirit 
and cannot fail to be elevating to the mind of those who 
read it." — Gate City, Va., Herald. 

" No one can read the book without being impressed with 
the thought of the author's fitness to take rank among the 
greatest poets of the present age." — "The Climax." 

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THE HONEY BEE. 



From ''Original Poems, Rhymes and Acrostics* 



Among the flowers we often see 
The busy little honey bee, 
It flits about from flower to flower, 
It sucks the sweet but leaves the sour. 

Let us from it a lesson take. 
And try the bee to imitate; 
Our life is as a blooming tree. 
And each of us a buzzing bee. 

Hence, if a sweeter life we'd live. 
Let us with honey flll the hive; 
Yet if a foe should trouble bring, 
Teach him a bee can also sting. 



" The author's aptness in comparison is something re- 
markable; he seems to be able to draw sublime lessons from 
the most trivial things in nature and often clothes inanimate 
things with life and speech. He holds the mirror up to nature 
with remarkable accuracy. No lover of true harmony can 
fail to be fascinated with it." — Woodford, Ky., Sun. 

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THE HYACINTH. 



Frorii "Wanetka, and Other Poems. 



A Spartan youth, whose blood was shed, 

Gave title to the hyacinth; 
And so, a yearly feast was spread, 
At which this flower, blue and red, 
Was worn in wreaths on ev'ry head 

Of Spartan dweller in Corinth. 

No ancient legend guides my pen 

V/hen I compare this flower with thee; 
I class myself with other men 
Whose sense of duty bids them, when 
They find a worthy subject, then 
To let their praise go free. 

Thy kindness, like that humble flower, 

Unconsciously, much fragrance sheds; 
For moments spent within thy bower, 
Where smiles of thine upon me shower, 
Oft turns to light the darksome hour 
That o'er my pathway spreads. 



"Just buy the book and read it, and you will be wiser, 
happier, and better. It is written in almost every style of 
verse known to literature." — Hartford Republican. 

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OUR DEPARTED MOTHER. 



From "'Original Poems, Rhymes and Acrostics. 



Now another star is added 

To the blue ethereal dome, 

Now another soul is wafted 
To its own eternal home. 

Now another chair is vacant 

Where a patient mother sat, 

And no mother's smile now greets us 
As we halt upon the mat. 

There's a mound of earth erected 
In the sunlight and the air, 

And that mound to us is sacred 
For the body dwelling there. 

Yet we know the soul immortal, 
To a brighter world has flown; 

And that God who gave us mother 
Had a right to claim His own. 

We with patience wait the moment, — 
But the hand of time seems slow- 
When our spirits, freed from bodies, 
To our mother's arms may go. 
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Oh! may God, who gave us being. 
Through that mother here below. 

Give us hearts prepared to meet Him 
When from earth we, too, must go. 

Although now we seem divided, 
Some below and some above, 

Then, again, we'll be united, — 

There's no broken chords of love. 



" Wanetka is the name of an Indian maiden and is the 
subject of the longest poem undertaken by the author in 
the volume bearing that name, and is the history of a beau- 
tiful Indian maiden and white youth. Four parts divide the 
story which is a thrilling legend told in tuneful verse. The 
book Mr. Erwin has put into three classes, to-wit: 'Poems of 
Romance, Love and Mirth;' 'Poems, Historic and Patriotic;' 
and 'Poems of Religion and Temperance.' Thus he has shown 
that he has more than one string to his harp. He has com- 
bined the genius of a dramatic, epic, lyric and dialect poet 
in one man and one book. Among the poems of mirth is 
one on the postal card craze and is called 'Postalitis,' and 
another, 'The Merry Widow Hat,' is perhaps a little more 
recent as an obnoxious nuisance. He says, 'They roll their 
scanty tresses. Round a form they call a rat; And they don 
the gayest dresses, With the Merry Widow Hat.' " — (Extract 
from a lengthy review by Chas. Lee Reynolds, D. D., L. L. D.) 

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EDEN. 

'Way back when Old Time, as an infant, began, 
Out of dust, in His wisdom, God made a man; 
He gave him a phosphorus cave for a home, 
With stalagmite seats and a stalactite dome; 
The scenes were so pleasant that greeted his eyes, 
He 'graved hieroglyphics which read Paradise. 

God planted a garden nearby on the east. 
The cravings of man to supply with a feast; 
The fruit of one tree from the man He reserved, 
In it was a secret He wanted preserved. 
Of right and of wrong it gave better knowledge 
Than man has since ever learn'd in a college. 

The fruit of that tree gave a knowledge of sin, 
Convicting of wrong by a conscience within. 
The duty of man was the garden to dress, 
And keep it from being a dense wilderness; 
But Adam, the man he so cunningly made, 
Look'd lonesome to God, as he work'd at his trade. 

He saw by the light of the sun as it shone. 
That man was a failure if left all alone; 
So anxious was He affection to show man. 
He made from man's rib, a beautiful woman; 
To cheer him with love, to Adam He brought her; 
Thus Adam and Eve were God's son and daughter. 
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SHINAR. 



From ''Wanetka, and Other Poems" 



He dies as the fool dieth, 

And few will mourn his loss. 

Who unjust rules applieth, 
The tyrant, king or boss. 

He sleeps in death as soundly 
As the humble beggars sleep; 

Though eulogies, profoundly, 
Cause e'en his foes to weep. 

Though shaft of finest marble 
May mark his lowly bed. 

And song birds sweetly warble 
On boughs above his head. 

The beggar's unshriv'd body, 

Which sleeps in grave unkept. 

Who spent his all for toddy, 
And liv'd and died unwept, 

Is now as free from sorrow 
As he, who wore a crown; 

Death had for him no horror. 
It simply laid him down. 
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He laid not up great treasure 

'Gainst want that might not come; 

His life was spent in pleasure, 
Though squalid was his home. 

And now he sleeps contented, 

Though none his death regret. 

Save he, from whom he rented. 
Who goes without his debt. 

No sculptor 'graves deep letters 
For him in shaft so tall, 

Still death, with equal fetters. 

Must bind the great and small. 



" The most ambitious of the religious poems is the first, 
called 'Nature's God,' in which the poet argues against the 
doctrine of evolution, or that matter was a cause for the 
origin of the world, and declares: 

' If worlds by chance in orbits roll. 
And each is part of one grand whole; 
Why cannot skeptics upward glance 
And see, by faith, a God in chance; 
The starting point of either name. 
When reached by faith is found the same.' 

" 'Galilee' and 'Eden' are the subjects of two other fine 
religious poems." — (From review by Chas. Lee Reynolds, 
D. D., L. L. D.) 

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MY TYPO. 



From ''Original Poems, Rhymes and Acrostics." 



There's a girl in old Kentucky — 
If you know her you are lucky, 

For she's handsome as they ever get to be; 
Now I'd give my ev'ry penny 
Just to see thee darling Bennie, 

For I love no other girl but thee. 

With her hands, so soft and tender. 
And her fingers, long and slender. 

She has handled many metal types for me; 
So I'd give my ev'ry penny 
Just to see thee, darling Bennie, 

For I love no other girl but thee. 

When the verdant earth is springing, 
And the nightingale is singing. 

And all nature joins in sweetest melody; 
Then I'd give my ev'ry penny 
Just to see thee, darling Bennie, 

For I love no other girl but thee. 

When the sun is seen in morning. 
With its crimson streaks of warning, 
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That a storm we may expect to see; 
Then I'd give my ev'ry penny 
Just to see thee, darling Bennie, 

For I love no other girl but thee. 

When the ev'ning shades are falling, 
And each mate to mate is calling. 

Could I hear thee fondly calling unto me; 
Then I'd give my ev'ry penny 
Just to see thee, darling Bennie, 

For I love no other girl but thee. 

And if life with me were ending. 
And the angel songs were blending, 

With the music that my Bennie made for me; 
Then I'd give my ev'ry penny 
Unto thee, my darling Bennie, 

For I love no other girl but thee. 



" Temperance is treated in a number of verses which are 
full of an appeal and a warning. Kentucky is severely criti- 
cised in some verses with an interrogatory title 'What Makes 
Kentucky Great?" Women, Whiskey, Races and Shooting are 
referred to as the four great emblems of the state, — a truth 
we must accept, but with sadness. 

" The last poem of the collection is an ode to the 'Old 
Spring House,' both religion and temperance, with a touch 
of idylic love are included in these final verses." — (Rev. 
Chas. Lee Reynolds, D. D., L. L. D.) 

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DAYS OF YORE. 



From "Original Poems, Rhymes and Acrostics.'' 



As in the evening twilight dim, 
I dream of by-gone days, 

Thy lovely form doth seem to swim 
Before my 'raptured gaze. 

I strive to clasp in fond embrace. 
That form, and bid it stay; 

But just as nature hides her face, 
The vision fades away. 

And I, in deepest gloom, am left 

To battle life alone, 
Of hope and joy I am bereft 

Since thou from me art gone. 

A candle snuffed, I seem to be 
A marshes' meteor lamp; 

A bursted bubble on life's sea, 
A giant bound with cramp. 

Since thou art gone, I realize 

That life means more than living, 
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A heart that's full of sympathies 
Takes pleasure in forgiving. 

But since life's struggles thou hast past. 
And cross'd the darksome river. 

My barque must drift with broken mast, 
I've lost my "Bow and Quiver." 

I feel a void earth cannot fill 

In chasm dark and deep; 
Where mind must grope without a will, 

Where eyes must know no sleep. 



" By extensive travel and keen observation, Mr. Erwin 
has acquired a store of knowledge possessed by few of our 
countrymen, and he has already obtained considerable noto- 
riety as a deep thinker and fluent talker by his many lectures 
and recitations at local public functions, and we predict 
that he will experience no diflBculty in disposing of the five 
thousand copies of his poems which he is now having printed 
in this city. The title, 'Original Poems, Rhymes and Acros- 
tics,' is suggestive of the character of the work which con- 
sists of poems and acrostics on love, romance, heroism, 
tragedy, wit, humor, history and pathos." — Evansville (Ind.), 
Courier. 

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THE MODERN WOODMEN OF AMERICA. 



From ''Wanetka, and Other Poems." 



Come all ye Modern Woodmen, 
With beatle, axe and wedge; 

Clear first the vine lock'd jungle, 
Around the forest's edge! 

Then stril^e with manly vigor, 
The giant oak and pine. 

From them hew out the timber 
To build a Woodman Shrine. 

Square well each stick of timber 
Before you work it in; 

Our temple must be holy. 

And free from taint of sin. 

Pile on the chips and juggles, 

And make the camp-fire shine; 

The tripod needs attention! 

Observe each Woodman sign! 

Let hands and hearts be open, 
Protecting care to give 

To those of ev'ry nation 

A Woodman's life will live. 
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So haste to join the Woodmen; 

Be honest, just and true; 
Then, if you need assistance, 

'Twill surely come to you. 



"A very cheering and refreshing book of poetry by Wm. 
Yancey Erwin (author of 'Original Poems, Rhymes and Acros- 
tics,) has been placed on our desk. This volume of 217 
pages is composed of many poems, every one of which is full 
of musical rhythm and treats on the surroundings of every- 
day life. 

The title composition, 'Wanetka,' is well worth the price 
of the entire seventy-seven beautiful poems which the vol- 
ume contains. 

Two others which are perfect gems and deserving of 
especial notice, are those on 'The Dark and Bloody Ground,' 
and 'Santa Glaus.' They are almost too true to be termed 
poetry but are facts in rhyme and should be read and re-read 
by everyone, as they contain valuable lessons for all. 

Whether a lover of poetry or not no one can fail to 
enjoy reading every verse in this book." — Olive Hill, Ky., 
Times. 

" The work contains a large number of well written 
poems." — Christian Helper. 

" They run the entire gamut of human feeling." — New Era. 
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THE MYSTIC THREE. 



From ''Wanetka, and Other Poems."' 



Desire for association 

Was given man at his creation, 

And from association grew 

A "Friendship," that was tried and true. 

Not such as that displayed by Cain, 
Who sacrificed in hope of gain, 
But such as Abel's tender heart 
Prompted him to set apart 
The firstlings of his flock and herd, 
To show true friendship for the lord. 

'Tis by such friendship, seeds are sown 
From which the plants of "Love" are grown; 
Such love removes from death its pall. 
And sheds its fragrance free to all. 

Now "Truth," the third link in our chain. 
Is taught for "Love" and not for gain. 
"Truth," "Love," and "Friendship," each are 

taught 
By three small links together wrought. 
And in those links we often see 
These mystic letters: F. L. T. 
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POSTALITIS. 



From ''Wanetka, and Other Poems. 



The strangest fad the world has had 

Since reign of 'pendicitis, 
Now comes by mail on stage and rail; 

We've nam'd it Postalitis; 
For it was bred, it has been said. 

By trav'lers with a mania, 
To send back home a view of some 

Quaint scene in old Germania. 
And it has spread from head to head, 

'Til now it all the craze is. 
And it afflicts, with senseless tricks, 

Of many, many phases. 

The germ oft lurks in city clerks 

Whence it spreads to the country, 
Where pretty gitls with bangs and curls 

Must bear with the effrontery. 
Of such vain dudes whose card includes 

The germ of Postalitis; 
But soon they learn to yearn and yearn 

For him who so polite is, 
And when he calls he finds the walls 

All pitted with Carditis, 
So if he please her form he'll squeeze, 

For he her whole delight is. 

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And in her room if he should come — 

This is no fancy fable — 
Another lot he'll find she's got 

In albums on the table. 
In ev'ry nook he'll chance to look 

A mix'd up mess the sight is. 
So it is clear that all the year 

She suffers with Carditis. 
And if she wed that brainless head, 

A cure is not effected; 
They'll both begin to flood their kin 

With cards that are infected. 

'Tis thus this dread disease is spread; 

The mail sack now a sight is; 
Each coming train adds to the strain 

Produced by the Carditis. 
Some people swear and pull their hair, 

'Til head and face a sight is, 
And all because the postal laws 

Don't quarantine Carditis. 
From day to day I hear men say: 

" In vain my heart contrite is; 
With joy I hail all proper mail. 

But d d this Postalitis. 



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MODERN METHODS. 

We want to build a new church, 

The old one is too small, 
Besides it's antiquated; 

It has no banquet hall. 
We'll put our heads together 

With shoulders to the wheel, 
And in the name of Zion 

For ample means appeal. 

We'll need some fine glass windows 

And pictures for the wall; 
But these our wealthy brothers 

Will willingly install, 
If we will let the donors 

The names therein inscribe 
Of some departed lov'd ones, 

Who recently have died. 

Then, too, some wealthy widow. 

Whose husband fell asleep, 
Will want to give a panel 

His memory to keep. 
And in it place a token 

More lasting than a tear. 
His age and death engraven 

Upon an empty chair. 



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The Sunday School will help us 

With nickels and with dimes; 
And sisters will set dinners 

With cake and cream side lines. 
We thus will reach the masses, 

And make them give a part, 
By filling first the stomach. 

We'll warm the icy heart. 

We'll give some entertainments 

And run a grand bazaar; 
We'll show a solid phalanx 

Like soldiers march to war. 
We'll set for all those giving 

Above a certain poll. 
In cryptograph a tablet, 

And call it honor roll. 

Perhaps some sister churches, 

Whose debts have long been paid, 
Will, for the sake of Jesus, 

Give us a little aid. 
But home and foreign missions. 

If need be, we'll side-track. 
And use up all collections 

'Til nothing more we lack. 



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FLOWERS! FLOWERS! FLOWERS! 

No heart so cold it will not respond 
to the kindly hand that presents 

A BOUQUET OF FLOWERS 

W. H. Carp keeps constantly on 
hand an abundance of Potted and 
Cut Flowers, Ferns, Palms, Ever- 
greens, Etc. 



DECORATIONS MADE ON SHORT NOTICE 



W- H. CARP, 

Florist 

East Winchester Avenue, Cor. 32nd Street 

ASHLAND, KENTUCKY. 

Phone 186. 

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ALL CLASSES OF HORSE 

FURNISHINGS 

509 Fourteenth Street -:- -:- -:- Ashland, Kentucky 



JORDAN PRICHARD & 
COMPANY 


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BRODESS 


INSURANCE OF ALL KINDS 
ASHLAND, KY. 


THE MAN 
MILLINER 


A. L. WATSON 

ATTORNEY AND COUNSELLOR 


WANTS TO SEE 
YOU 


AT LAW 




— : : — 


104 W. Greenup Avenue 




Ashland, Kentucky 


THOS. COBURN 

Dealer in 
ROOFING, SPOUTING, 


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Dealers in 

SCRAP IRON AND METAL 

OF ALL KINDS 


CHAIN PUMPS, 


HIDES, WOOL, ROOTS, 


GASOLINE, AND ATJ- 


&c. 


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WORK 


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Ashland, - - - - Kentucky 




Phone 408. 



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SEE HANKS 

FOR 

BEST GROCERIES AT LOWEST PRICES 
East Carter Avenue. Phone No. 14. 



READ EVERY ADVERTISEMENT 
IN THIS BOOKLET 



They will help you save 
both time and money 



IN PROCURING WHAT YOU WANT. 



ROBT. FORD 

Scenic 
Artist 

Office 15th St. and 
Winchester Avenue. 

ASHLAND, KY. 



GROUNDLESS FEARS. 

The price of corn has steadily advanced, regardless of 
the large increased number of counties and states that have 
heen added to the "dry column" in the last few years. 

The question, "What will you do with your corn when 
you stop the distilleries?" may be answered by saying: Sell 
it at an advanced price to be used for more laudable pur- 

i» 

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THE HAWK'S NEST, WEST VIRGINIA. 



From "Original Poems, Rhymes and Acrostics^ 



No painter's brush or poet's pen 

Has drawn a picture, fair 
As Nature spreads o'er hill and glen, 

When autumn days are here. 

The forest leaves, in varied hue, 

Are beauteous to behold; 
They shine through atmosphere of blue 

Like emerald and gold. 

While here and there a crimson tint 

Relieves the monotone, 
And barren spots show the imprint 

Of solid cliffs of stone. 

Here mountains end in rugged peaks 

To kindly ope' a door, 
Through which New River, fed by creeks, 

Must dash with deaf'ning roar. 

Upon those craggy mountains high. 
The eagles build their nest, 

And teach their young the art to fly, 
When weary, here they rest. 
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Those peaks are lifted up so high 
They catch the sun's first ray, 

And view him last in ev'ning sky, 
At close of ev'ry day. 

Though storm clouds battle far below 
And smite the mountain side. 

Upon those heights, the eagles know 
The sunlight will abide. 

From off yon overhanging rock. 
Where slimy serpents creep, 

Two lovers, at restraint to mock, 
Once made a fatal leap. 

And lest their rashness be forgot 

Its memory we keep, 
By often pointing to that spot, 

And call it "Lovers' Leap." 

And still, we view another knob. 
Much steeper than the rest, 

No one dare undertake the job 
Of robbing the Hawk's Nest. 

Since, with our mortal eyes, we saw 
The grandeur there displayed. 

Our hearts are fill'd with sacred awe. 
We've come away dismayed. 
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D. W. KETTERER 

Dealer in 

-:- STAPLE AND FilNCY GEOCERIES 

406 Greenup Avenue. Phone 536, 



S. p. HAGER & SONS 


W. M. 


GENERAL INSURANCE 


NICHOLSON 


Representing the Leading 

Companies 

of the World. 


PLUMBING, 

GAS FITTING, 

ETC. 






No. 213 17th Street 


107 Winchester Ave. Phone 94. 


ASHLAND, KY. 


ASHLAND, KY. 




Phone 475. 


Wm. Walker Estate 


KEEP IN MIND THAT A 


J. L. Walker, Executor 


MAN'S PICTURE 


F. Eugene May, Mgr. 


is just as much 


FOOTWEAR, GLOVES 


appreciated 


OVERALLS AND 


as his w^ife's or daughter's 


SHIRTS 


would be 


314 W. Winchester Avenue 


EDDY'S STUDIO 


ASHLAND, KY. 


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H. A. NOLTE 



THE TAILOR 

114 E. Greenup Avenue. -:- -:- -:- Ashland, Kentucky. 



"If we could have foreseen the trials 
and vicissitudes of life, no terror, that 
ever came into our minds at thought 
of leaving this world, could equal that 
we would have experienced at thought 
of coming into it." — Selected. 



Ashland Steam 
Dye Works 



J. A. JETER, Mgr. 



ASHLAND, KY. 
Phone B 82. 



Many good men have died before their greatness was 
discovered, and many bad men have been undeservedly praised 
while living. Our greatest men were gifts from heaven, sent 
to meet an emergency. 

He, only, is great who observes the importance of little 
things; many ships have been lost at sea from failure to 
stop small leaks. 



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THANKS FOR THE LOAN OF A BOOK. 



From ''Original Poems, Rhymes and Acrostics.* 



Let me thank thee, gracious lady, 

For thy kind and thoughtful care. 

For the volume that thou gavest me. 
My lonely hours to cheer. 

As I ponder o'er the pages 

Of that interesting book, 
I perceive, throughout all ages, 

Love is recognized by look. 

And it speaks a higher language 
Than was ever wrote by pen; 

Prudence tries in vain to manage 
Acts of loving maids and men. 

While Miss Prudence, we admire, 
And her rules try to obey, 

Yet our hearts are set on fire 

By thy smiles, from day to day. 

May our friendship be as lasting 
As the vaulted, starry heaven. 

Which is darkness, when contrasting 
It with light thy smiles have given. 
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THE MOTE AND BEAM. 



From "Wanetka, and Other Poem.i 



Old Granger had a cow 

That was a source of bliss, 
'Til clover hay, from mow, 

Gave her tuberc'losis. 
Alas! no more that cow 

Can eat his clover dust; 
Her hide is leather now, 

And flesh made wienerwu'st. 
For Granger sold that cow — 

As healthy— to the Trust, 
And that explains just how 

Her flesh made wienerwu'st. 

Now as the gull'd Beef Trust 

Ships beef to ev'ry state, 
Old Granger says, "we must 

Their business regulate." 
He wants the Trust to buy 

His cattle, when diseas'd. 
And if the price is high 

He's all the better pleas'd; 
But when they try to sell 

Those same old cows, in beef. 
He'll raise a mighty yell, 

To Congress for relief. 
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If hungry, why not come today, 
And dinner take at our cafe? 
It is the best in town, they say; 
Our place is known as "The Midway." 
HOENIG & STERNBAUER, Props. 311 W. Winchester Ave. 



EDGAR B. HAGER 

ATTORNEY AND 

COUNSELLOR 

ASHLAND, KENTUCKY. 



JOHN S. FULLERTON 

LAWYER 
ASHLAND, KENTUCKY 



Cigars and 
Tobacco 



Foreign and Do- 
mestic Fruits of 
all Kinds. Home 
Made Candy, etc. 



Ralph Marzetti 

315 W. Winchester 
Ave. 



THE QUICKEST WAY. 

Advertising is the quickest way to make people acquainted 

with one's business; and quick acquaintance makes quicker 

sales, and quicker sales mean larger profits, even on a smaller 

margin. And that is the reason why advertisers can, and 

usually do, sell goods cheaper than firms that don't advertise. 

— Selected. 



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FIELD FURNITURE COMPANY 

HIGH GRADE HOUSE FURNISHINGS 
AT RIGHT PRICES 
112 W. Greenup Ave. 



J. H. SGHROEDER 

BAKERY 

Established 1884. 



M. L. JACKSON 

BLACKSMITH AND WAGON 
WORKER 

CATLETTSBURG -:- KENTUCKY 



Miss Effie 
Fitch 



FINE 
MILLINERY 



1151/0 W. Greenup 
Avenue 



PROFESSIONAL DIGNITY 

While canvassing for business cards to go in this little 
booklet, we met a doctor who said it was unprofessional to 
advertise. 

On being asked how he kept his name before the public 
he said, "I stand in with one of the reporters for our city 
paper and when a patient comes to me to be treated I have 
him note the fact in the paper. Then, in a few days there- 
after, I get him to report the patient has returned home great- 
ly benefitted." 

That was a good advertising scheme, but hard on the 



editor. 



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DREAMLAND. 



From ''Wanetka, and Other Poems. 



Conscious oblivion, thou mother of bliss, 

My senses, to thee, I resign; 
No nectar so sweet as a dream maiden's kiss, 

No pleasure more truly sublime. 

The absence of prude, from that realm of the soul. 

Where only aflBnities meet, 
Makes abandon no crime, but sanctified goal, 

True love makes abandon discreet. 

Might I but enter that Lethe-lav'd land, 

Where mind roams at will o'er the plain, 

And nymphs gaily dance on the glittering strand, 
Enraptur'd, I there would remain. 

None wish to return to this sin knowing sphere. 
Where mortals must wear a disguise; 

And Prudence says: "Beauty is always more clear 
When partly conceal'd from the eyes." 

Oh! languor of Morphia, my senses enthrall. 
Transport me at once, to that land; 

Where dream-maiden kisses, like honey-dew, fall. 
And joy never waits for command. 
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THANKSGIVING. 

Since earth was form'd and time began. 
The world has seen no purer man 
Than He, to whom we set apart 
This day, with joyous, thankful heart; 
His name, henceforth throughout the ages, 
' Shall honor'd be by all the sages. 

The shackles from sin's slaves He broke, 
And freed us from sin's galling yoke; 
And for His death that set us free 
We find great cause to thankful be; 
And tune our hearts to sing His praise 
Who fills our years with holy days. 

We thank Him for His matchless grace, 
By which we see His smiling face. 
We thank Him for the dews and rain 
That fill our garners full of grain. 
We thank Him for our life and health, 
Both which we value more than wealth. 

We thank Him for His guiding star 
That lights our course in peace and war. 
And if He choose to send us death. 
We'll thank Him with our failing breath; 
And when from death He sets us free, 
We'll thank Him in Eternity. 
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FLOUR 



Friendship, Like Our "Unbleached Refined, 
Lasts, longest, in the heart and mind 
Of those deserving it. You'll nnd 
'Unbleached " is made from finest wheat, 
'Refined" and fit for kings to eat. 



When your grocer oflFers you something he says is 
as good as a "Purified Kentucky Home Flour," 
he does so because he is making more money on 
a cheaper grade. 

If he has'nt the "Kentucky Home" let us know 
and we will tell you where you can get it. 



THE ASHLAND MILLING CO 

PHONE 409 
ASHLAND, KENTUCKY. 



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BROYLES SOOTT GROCERY COMPANY 

FOR RELIABLE 

GROCERIES 

Corner 13th and Carter. Phone 136. 



HOTEL FLORENTINE 


Chas. J. 


Near C. & 0. Depot. 
LOUIS DUVAL, Prop. 


Lordier 


Ashland, Ky. 


DRUGGIST 


The story of Wanetka alone is worth 


117 W. Winchester 


the price of the volume bearing the 


Avenue 


title, "Wanetka, and Other Poems," so 


_••_ 


say the critics. 


ASHLAND, KY. 



The grocer sells to the hotel. 

The hotel sells to me, 
The druggist keeps my body well 

With drugs from poison free. 
The merchants and the tradesmen, too, 

Who herein advertise, 
Will prove their statements made are true, 

If them you'll patronize. 



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SANTA GLAUS. 



From ''Wanetka, and Other Poems.'' 



Santa Glaus! Santa Glaus! where have you flown? 
None of your presents my stockings have known; 
My mamma is sick and papa is dead; 
Santa Glaus! Santa Glaus! where have you fled? 
I see you have visited Millionaire Brown, 
And all the rich children that live in the town; 
While I am so hungry I wish I were dead. 
Santa Slaus! Santa Glaus! please bring me some bread. 

Santa Glaus! Santa Glaus! where do you live? 
Why costly presents to rich children give? 
While many a child, whose papa is dead, 
Would thank thee so much for one loaf of bread? 
Santa Glaus! Santa Glaus! I dream'd in the night, 
That you were the friend of the black and the white, 
And I thought, dear Santa, the tears that I shed 
Had open'd your pack and supplied us with bread. 

But when the glad news my mamma I told 
She said not a word, but lay stiff and cold; 
I could not wake her, so crawl'd out of bed, 
O! then I could see my mamma was dead!! 
Then soon to the house came a whole lot of men 
Who asked many questions, they wrote with a pen; 
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I screamed in my anguish, the neighbors all said. 
And when they came over they found she was dead. 
The doctor look'd wise, and drew out a book 
In which he wrote something a fat man took; 
Some look'd very sad — others kept scoffing — 
And took my mamma off in a coffin. 
Oh! Santa Glaus, Santa Glaus, what shall I do 
Since the death man has took my sweet mamma too? 
And only just think what the doctor man said; 
He wrote it down plainly, "starvation" it read. 

My eyes are open, the veil is riven, 
The poor of earth are saints in heaven 
With plenty to eat and bright robes to wear 
In that happy home — no want enters there. 
And now I see mamma, she's dress'd all in white, 
And beckons me to her with smiles of delight; 
I'm coming dear mamma, the doctor man said 
That God and the angels would give me some bread. 

Angels are coming, I see them afar. 
Descending to earth from each distant star; 
Nearer and nearer they come in their flight, 
The glint of their garments dispelling the night. 
Now see them in groups, as they stand 'round my bed, 
And feed me on manna, much sweeter than bread; 
They tell me in heaven, where God makes the laws, 
There's plenty for all, and a just Santa Glaus. 
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T. S. NSIFMAN'S DEPARTMENT STORE 

Cor. 15th and Greenup Ave. Ashland, Kentucky. 

A GOOD PLACE TO TRADE. 



Knock, and the world will open 

To thee, its portals wide; 
Boost, and the world will boost thee, 

And all thine evils hide. 
For the world is like a mirror, 

It gives thee look for look, 
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A TWOFOLD LIFE. 



From "Wanetka, and Other Poems. 



We live a twofold life, I know, 
And thus the fact will plainly show; 
The weary frame on downy bed 
To Argon's plain, in sleep is led; 
The atmosphere therein so calm 
Soon all our waking thoughts embalm. 

No living mortal so astute 
As to with ease, that fact dispute. 
Our waking thoughts we keep subdued 
Lest some we love should call us rude; 
But while to sleep our body's lent, 
The mind knows no such ambient. 

And though our first be lying mute, 
Our second being is argute; 
When thus in death the body lies 
The mind moves on and never dies; 
Our bodies may to dust return, 
But minds will ever live and learn. 



" There are some splendid poems in the book with an 
exalted moral sentiment.'" — Davis Co. Baptist. 

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NO ONE WORKS BUT FATHER. 



From ''Wanetka, and Other Poems.' 



Mother's at the seashore, fann'd by balmy breoze, 
Sitting in the shadow of the waving trees; 
With her wits evolving out a cunning plan 
How to get more money from her patient man. 

Chorus 
Father's in the city grinding out the dough, 
Meeting the expenses; he can never go. 
No one works but father, he puts up the dimes 
So his stylish fam'ly keeps up with the times. 

Oldest daughter, Ethel's at a watering place, 
Angling for a husband, with her pretty face. 
Fred, with launch, is plowing through the ocean wave, 
Caring not how father works to earn and save. 

Chorus. 
Father's in the city, grinding out the dough, 
Meeting the expenses; he can never go. 
No one works but father, he puts up the dimes. 
So his stylish fam'ly keeps up with the times. 

Maud and Grace and Pauline, kept in boarding school. 
Learning airs and graces, men of brains to fool; 
When the season's over, home they come once more. 
All agree that father is a dreadful bore. 

Chorus. 
Father's in the city, grinding out the dough. 
Meeting the expenses; he can never go. 
No one works but father, he puts up the dimes, 
So his stylish fam'ly keeps up with the times. 
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He asked a maid these questions: 

"What makes you look forlorn, 
Can it be indigestion?" 

She said, "I've got a corn!" 
She looked a bit confused; 

'Twas not a look of scorn, 
She suffered, but refused 

To let him take that corn. 



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The needs of the poor are the God-given drafts, 

True charity honors at sight; 
No heaven-born creature at poverty laughs, 

Nor grudgingly yields up a mite; 
They find it more blessed to give than receive, 

Though naught they should get in return; 
E'en thankful expression from those they relieve 

Is absent, too often, they learn. 



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A publisher reading a poet's rendition. 

Bethought him to write his opinion in rhyme; 
He took up his pen in humble contrition. 

But anger crept in at the end of each line. 
He scolded the epic, he damn'd the reformer, 

He seasoned love lyrics with wormwood and gall; 
He frightened the wits out of ev'ry newcomer 

Who for his opinion would venture to call. 
This editor poet, this prose writing poet, 

Who gives his opinion in rhyme; 
Then sets it in prose — but ev'ry one knows — 

Such critics are guilty of crime. 

He thinks all the poets are vulgar and base. 

Even Shakespeare, Byron and Moore, 
Have only in Hades a suitable place 

In spite of their wisdom and lore; 
But damn such a poet, such prose writing poet, 

Who gives his opinion in rhyme. 
Then sets it in prose, since ev'ry one knows, 

Such critics are guilty of crime. 



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A WEST VIRGINIA WEDDING. 

Miss Stella Lee 

Was sweet to see, 
Though downcast were her looks; 

As up she stood 

And vow'd she would 
Obey young Freddie Brooks. 

And Freddie, too. 

Was firm and true, 
And said he'd ever be 

A faithful friend, 

And prompt attend 
The wants of Stella Lee. 

Then Harkins old, 

A preacher bold, 
Declared those two were one; 

And so through life. 

As man and wife, 
Might share each other's fun. 

The form he used 

Must be excused, 
'Twas short but cover'd well; 

The law, and fact — 

With equal tact 
We've tried the news to tell. 
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MATING TIME 



From ''Wanetka, and Other Poems.' 



The winter, so long and cold, has past, 
And the snows have melted and gone, 

And the swelling buds proclaim at last 
That Spring, in its beauty, has come. 

Since time of the singing bird is here. 
The dew sparkles bright on the grass; 

As Spring is the "Mating Time" of year. 
Love beams in the eye of each lass. 

The few lovely days that March had stole 
From April's bright galaxy, grand, 

Awoke in ye bard's long dormant soul, 
A hope that sweet Spring was at hand. 

He wrote of swelling buds and flowers. 
Of the sparkling dew on the grass; 

Of zephyrs soft, and gentle showers. 
And the winsome smile of the lass. 

A maiden open'd her mouth to sing, 
But ere she could reach the refrain 

Where sleet and snow gave way to Spring, 
Boreas brought winter again. 
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WANETKA, AND OTHER POEMS 



Is a volume of 217 pages, illustrated with eleven full page 
engravings, made expressly for it, and contains poems on the 
following subjects: 



A Twofold Life. 

A Glorious Fourth. 

Ambition. 

A Frolicksome Plea. 

A Temperance Alphabet. 

Anticipation. 

Bereavement. 

Chickamauga. 

Cumberland Gap. 

Choristers. 

Cupid and Hymen. 

Dorcus. 

Disgusted. 

Dolly's Outing. 

Dreamland. 

Easter. 

Eden. 

Extremes Meet. 

Galilee. 

Hope. 

Introductory. 

In Memoriam. 

John Sevier. 

The Broad and Narrow Way. 

The Big Stick. 

Tennessee. 



Kittie Folsom. 

Little Gladys Pitts. 

Lines on Presentation of a 

Picture. 
March. 

Mating Time. 
Maud in the Coal Mine. 
Miss Bessie Hyrn. 
Multum in Parvo. 
Nature's God. 
Nothing in Vain. 
No One Works But Father. 
Obsequies. 

Oh! For a Hundred Eyes. 
On Der Bum. 
Postalitis. 
Pro Bono Publico. 
Resurrection. 
Santa Claus. 
See How We Grow. 
Shinar. 

Slay the Dragon. 
Sunset On the Ohio. 
The Bitter Dregs. 
The Mystic Three. 
The Modern Woodmen. 



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The Dark and Bloody Ground. 

The Humming Birds. 

The Hyacinth. 

That Helpmeet of Mine. 

The Lord's Supper. 

The Lillies. 

The Toper's Lament. 

Their Works Endure. 

The Mote and Beam. 

The Merry Widow Hat. 

The Old Church For Rent. 

The Old Spring House. 

The M. B. A. 



The Kindling Brook. 

The School Marm. 

The Cardinal. 

The Violets She Wore. 

Unsounded Depths. 

'Way Down in Carolina. 

Waves of Thought. 

Wanetka. 

Was It A Dream? 

What Makes Kentucky Great. 

Where Prohibition Wins. 

Who Hath Woes. 

Wild Asters. 



The book is embellished with the following full page 
illustrations, engraved expressly for it by "Gregson," of Lex- 
ington, Ky. 



Frontispiece: The Author. 
In Carolina. 
Iron Mountain Cave. 
Monument to Confederate 

Dead. 
National Road, Cumberland 

Gap. 



Pioneer Industry. 

Reflections. 

The Peaceful Lake. 

The Pinnacle. 

The Violets She Wore. 

Wanetka. 



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FREAKS. 

My sister, Kate, is busy. 

She has no time for play; 
Her time not spent in sewing. 

She uses to crochet. 
But Tom and Sue and Nancy, 

Will spend the longest day. 
Just knocking balls with mallets, 

In game they call croquet. 

Now Tom's my eldest brother. 

And true as e'er they get; 
While Sue is but a cousin, 

A gay but fair coquette; 
And Nancy is my sister, 

The youngest and the pet, 
A critic in such matters 

Would call her a brunette. 

I have another cousin, 

A youth quite heavy set. 
Who sometimes plays with Nancy, 

His name is Degournette. 
His head is white as cotton 

From fright he got one day 
At witnessing a train wreck, 

In front of his cafe. 
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Tom owns a horse and buggy 

And auto-wagonet, 
But makes himself obnoxious 

For want of etiquette; 
He'll take the girls out riding 

In weather cold and wet, 
And sit beside them smoking 

A pipe or cigarette. 

One night I saw him visit 

A comic opera. 
And buy a stage-box ticket. 

Then sit in the parquet; 
The feelings that came o'er me 

I never shall forget. 
When Tom gave as his reason. 

He lov'd the gay soubrette. 

Tom left his home and kindred 

To skip with her away, 
From town to town or city 

Like shots that ricochet; 
And Nancy she got married 

And mov'd to Monterey, 
Her name is now Degournette, 

She cooks at his cafe. 



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ORIGINAL POEMS, RHYMES AND ACROSTICS 



Consists of Poems and Acrostics on the following subjects, 
many of which are too lengthy to give in this little volume 
of sample verse: 



Absence. 

Act As You Pray. 

Advice to Blaine. 

Addie Todd. 

Advice to Sam H. 

A Dun. 

Advice in Parting. 

A Dun For Five Dollars. 

A Dream. 

After Forty Years. 

A Hard Shell Cracked. 

Air Castles. 

After Many Days. 

A Lady's Soliloquy. 

An Open Letter. 

Autumn Leaves. 

A West Virginia Wedding. 

Bloomidia. 

Bennie. 

Brother Wheat. 

Both Sides. 

Cora S. Johnson. 

Cupid's Mistake. 



Dawson Springs. 

Dedication. 

Delay. 

Desire. 

Diplomacy. 

Dewey At Manilla. 

Economy. 

Emotion. 

Fairy Scenes. 

Friendship, Love and Truth. 

Genesis of Races. 

Goehelism. 

Go Forward. 

Grace Weeping. 

Her Eyes Talked. 

Hopkinsville. 

Hypocrisy. 

Idealistic Socialism. 

If I But Might. 

Inconstancy. 

In A Hammock. 

Introductory. 

J^ltico. 



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Jesus. 

Joseph. 

Kaiserhof. ^ 

Lena Conyer. 

Liines to C. S. J. 

Lines In An Album. 

Love's Bower. 

Lines to Tommie D. 

Love's Delirium. 

Love's Report. 

Little Grace B. 

Lulu Hall. 

Magic Balm. 

Married in Haste. 

Mary L. Calvin. 

Meditation. 

Mental Telepathy. 

Mr. Bell's Baby. 

Miss Dea. 

Miss May. 

Miss Pearl. 

My Darling. 

Miss Tommie DeKnoblough. 

My Mary. 

My Typo. 

My Dear Old Southern rfome. 

Never Pear. 

On The Picture Of A Mill. 



Our Departed Mother. 

Our Own Dewey. 

Parting. 

Penitence. 

Predestination. 

Query. 

Quo Vadis. 

Rhapsodies. 

Recompense. 

Retrospect. 

Sans Peur. 

Seeking. 

Shades of Daniel Boone. 

Sharps and Flats. 

Smiles and Words of Cheer. 

Spoony. 

The Days of Yore, 

The Heart of Stone. 

The Suicide's Reasons. 

The Railroad of Life. 

The Old, Old Story. 

The Fickle Friend. 

The Hawk's Nest. 

The Scamps. 

The Honey Bee. 

The Four Seasons. 

The Unjust Judge. 

The Finishing Touch. 



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The Republican Party. 
The Democratic Party. 
The Tariff Wall of Dixon. 
The Rosebud That I Never 

Got. 
The Word That Never Was 

Said. 
The Saloon Man's Plea. 
The New Boarder. 
That Liver. 
Temptation. 
Though Dead, She Liveth. 



Thanks For The Loan of a 

Book. 
Tribute to Goebel. 
That Corn. 
Two In One. 
Thanksgiving. 
Theodore Roosevelt. 
Unequally Yoked. 
Vincent Boyd. 
Waiting, Sadly Waiting. 
Written In An Album. 
Waywardness. 
Wm. Y. Erwin. 



These books should be possessed by every lover of pure 
English Didactic Poetry, and may be had by addressing the 
Teachers' Supply Co., Grayson, Ky., inclosing price of same, 
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WANETKA, AND OTHER POEMS $1.50. 

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To him within whose hrain is wrought 
The pleasure born of purer thought, 
This aged bard would gladly yield 
The crown, the scepter, spear and shield, 

For though he drink Castalia dry 
To cure his muse of leprosy. 

Or dip his pen in Hippocrene, 
Some critic still might cry, unclean. 

Though rhyme and meter both be fine, 
And truth pervade each word and line. 
Dispelling darkness with its light, 
Condemning wrolig and praising right. 

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